Zhu Yu stood aside, waiting for the few young servants to swiftly and woodenly place the bowls and plates from the food box onto the table, then rustle as they prepared to leave.
Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly moved forward, blocking the path of the last young servant.
The young servant had a faint, ambiguous smile on his face and showed no reaction. He simply made a sideways move to continue leaving when blocked.
Zhu Yu grabbed him, mustering her courage, and reached out directly to lift the young servant's eyelids.
The young servant was held by Zhu Yu, unable to move. Even though she pried open his eyelids, there was almost no change in his expression, nor any extra resistance.
Zhu Yu closely inspected his eyes before releasing his eyelids. She then grabbed his arm, placing her fingers on his wrist to feel his pulse.
